High listeners, this is Jake Webber, when I have a story I want to tell you.

A story about a stranger who's really no stranger at all.

So gather around and listen close.

The night was sneaking in.

Calling off the grass still warm from the summer sun.

The air smelled sweet of lilacs and freshly moat grass.

Someone was grilling off in the distance.

Right before all the light was dim for the day.

That was my favorite time to walk.

Most people were off the streets, retreating in for a late supper with their families.

You could walk down the sidewalk and hear their noises, growing fainter and fainter as they retired in for the evening.

Resting up for another day of sprinklers in the front yard.

Popsicles and hot dogs, basketball games in driveways and swimming down by the lake.

A few lightning bugs were popping up here and there, blinking in and out of existence.

Summer is the most exciting time of year here.

All the families coming up from the city to fill up the empty houses.

A few friendly faces offer a hello or smile in my direction.

No one really knows my name or who I am.

They just recognize me from my nightly neighborhood walks.

And I like that.

And in the mid-e.

I could come and go as I pleased with no one too concerned.

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